08-14-2017, 06:21 AM
the Rift
A slight disturbance on the lake’s surface. A ripple. A whisper. Then a SPLAH!From the lake two sirens rise, their tails thrashing up white foam around them. They hiss and one of them points a scaly finger your way. Gurgling sounds, words of some foreign language, leave her mouth and the lake starts to boil. You can see scores of bluish gray blobs, looking like tadpoles the size of your hooves, underneath the bubbling water.
The creatures emits a screeching sound as they lunches from the lake towards Erebos. And now you see their round mouths - complete with a thousand churning, razor sharp teeth. The tadpoles cannot each Weaver, but they land on the unicorn stallion and begin to suck and bite.